Dramatis PersonœTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 262 pages |
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... Cerinthus , or their mates , Till imminent was the outcry ' Save us Christ ! ' Whereon I stated much of the Lord's life Forgotten or misdelivered , and let it work . Such work done , as it will be , what comes next ? What do I hear say ...
... Cerinthus , or their mates , Till imminent was the outcry ' Save us Christ ! ' Whereon I stated much of the Lord's life Forgotten or misdelivered , and let it work . Such work done , as it will be , what comes next ? What do I hear say ...
Page 131
... Cerinthus read and mused ; one added this : " If Christ , as thou affirmest , be of men Mere man , the first and best , but nothing more , Account Him , for reward of what He was , Now and forever , wretchedest of all . For see ...
... Cerinthus read and mused ; one added this : " If Christ , as thou affirmest , be of men Mere man , the first and best , but nothing more , Account Him , for reward of what He was , Now and forever , wretchedest of all . For see ...
Page 132
... ? Yet Christ saith , this He lived and died to do . Call Christ , then , the illimitable God , Or lost ! " But ' t was Cerinthus that is lost . ] CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS ; OR , NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE 132 A DEATH IN THE DESERT .
... ? Yet Christ saith , this He lived and died to do . Call Christ , then , the illimitable God , Or lost ! " But ' t was Cerinthus that is lost . ] CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS ; OR , NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE 132 A DEATH IN THE DESERT .
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ABT VOGLER awhile beast believe brain breath brute CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS Cerinthus cheat Christ clay death Don't fear doubt earth eyes face fact fancy fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain give gold grow hair hand hate hath head hear heart Heaven hopes and fears Jameson's Judge laugh life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind mouth NATURAL THEOLOGY naught never o'er once pain Philip Van Artevelde play Poems Pornic praise prove raps ROBERT BROWNING round Saint Paul Setebos sigh Sludge smile Sorrento soul speak spirit stars stop strange day suppose sure tell thee There's things thou thought TICKNOR AND FIELDS to-day touch tricks truth turn twixt Valens watch what's wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Page 83 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, . Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are? And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Page 161 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Page 84 - Therefore to whom turn I but to Thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, Thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from Thee who art ever the same? Doubt that Thy power can fill the heart that Thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
Page 89 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 97 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 91 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 162 - No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Page 96 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Page 93 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole ! " As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry " All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Page 98 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.